Trail of Red, Bride In White - Josh Tillman

I always end up with these girls

Who I do not love

And end up drinkin' in places where I know that I do not belong

Then I stumble home

You miss the old me

The one who’s hard as iron and just as warm

You’re reminded of him with a trembling rifle in your arms

Forgiveness is hard

Turn your head

Hoping on

Turn your head

Hoping on

For the last time you and I

In our virgin bed lie down

You drift into the other room and put on your red wedding gown

Red and white flows down

Turn your head

Hoping on

Turn your head

Hoping on

Hoping

Oh

As the blood flows from my hands

As I move them from the side

In my dying moment I heard «become just like Jesus Christ»

This dead man won’t rise

This dead man won’t rise